"Tm as good as dead. I've won nine times on the nine, and lost nine times on the seven, Give this note to the banker; be knows the address of my relatives."
Tt was a gambling house in Montana. The rubler who uttered these words threw down his cards, rose from the table, and left the place. At early dawn the next morning the police found his body in some shrubbery about 4 mile distant, His own pistol was fall of cartridges; it had not been used, yet there was a bullet hole in his left breast. Was there any mysterious prophecy in the cards, or was the gambler's fear the out-growth of superstition, and his death a coincidence? Everyone must decide for himself.
But people are often considered as good as dead fora much more intelligible: reason. Mr. Willian Gable, of 104, Albion Street, South: wick, near Brighton, was recently placed on that list by his friends. In his case the danger was not from powder or sharp steel, but from something that hurries more folks on! the world than they do. His story is th Looking at his tongue, one day in the spring of 1887, he found it' coated like a piece of brown leather. Of itself this might not have worried him, but other signs and portents went with it! His appetite failed, and what little he did cat seemed to cause him grest pain in his chest and sides, Now good food never acts that way when a man is in proper condition. Quite the contrary. What was the matter?
Writing about it under date of No 1891, Mr. Gable said: "I could' what had come over me. Nothing lik ever happened to me before. I had Thad a always been strong and healthy. But now foul taste fu the mouthy and wind appea red to roll all over my body. I had o choking sensation in wy throat, and sometimes my heart would beat so fast and so hard that it frightened me. After a while I got so weak Thad to give up my work. I was almost too weak to walk, and when out walking I would get short of breath. Gradually I' became weaker and weaker, and lost all my flesh. I could just crawl about, and that wassail. My cheeks were sunken, and I had such a pale, Secline and would never be better. ghastly look that my friends said I was ina
doctor in Southwick said I was suffering from dyspepsia, but after he had treated me for nine months I was worse than ever. At this time, our clergyman, Rev. Mr. Heywood, recommended me to the Brighton Hospital,' where I was under treatment for one year. Several of the doctors sounded my Tungs and seemed puzzled by my complaint, and changed my medicines so often that wondered if they would ever find the right remedy. At the end of the year I stopped going to the hospital, and begun to take cod iver oil, but it did no good, and I made uj my mind that I was indeed doomed to dear! and nothing could prevent it.
Still Lam alive and well to-day, and I'll tell you why in few words. In April, 1889, met with a friend of mine, Mr. Groves, of Southwick, who told me of his own illness and of the great benefit he had received from Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I got. bottle, and by the time I had finished it my food agreed with me and I felt a little stronger. our more bottles completed the cure, and have since enjoyed as good health as I ever did in my life. I ama gardener, and huve been in the employ of General Turnbull, The Hermitage, Southwick, for ten years. I will Jadly answer inquiries." (Signed) Wauutam The Southwick doctor's diagnosis was right: Mr. Goble's disease was indigestion and dyspepsia, some of the symptoms of which benames n his statement, His plain testimony will serve to strengthen, if necessary, the popular confidence in Mother Seigel's Syrup as cure for this prevailing and perplexing malady, The Southwick gardener lost two Yours' time by not knowing what to do, But is vastly better than a dead man now, and will, we trust, live long to give others the benefit of his knowledge.
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